[grav.i.ty]: You Will Be the Death of Me

WARNING: This is my random mind ramblings. You are not obligated to proceed.

Inertia is the resistance of any physical object to a change in its state of motion or rest, or the tendency of an object to resist any change in its motion.

I took quite a hiatus in my standard pace of blogging momentum. I told you before that hiatus is dangerous to blogger. An arsenic to writers' soul. It doesn't kill you instantly like bolus of IV potassium or 250cc of air, but some neurons will surely die and de-myelinated. Some creative flow halted, inspiration degraded.

I got stories to tell, in fragments if not whole. Bothering my head in every waking hours (which is less than sleeping), "You should write about this." or "Why don't you write about that last time you...".

I fought the urge to over-telling, delivered myself from temptation to strips myself piece by piece until what's left are bones. My private wars with my conscience. Conscientious is a virtue. A fair fight, both side achieved equal wounds and victories.

I got pieces of stories down in draft...drafts of them. Some just waiting to be published but I always second-thought myself on implications. The cause and effect. I used to be an aggressive blogger, my archives is my digital witness. I still hold some remnants of it but I tried to tone it down a bit, please know that I am trying. Maturity and intellectual growth foster pruning and editing. Time and time again, it blunts your textual expression. Incoherent and abrupt, long with sudden climax. Random. At times circling redundancy.

Ideas to me like smoke; not conforming to space that contained it. It move in Brownian motion (remember form 3 science? Of iodine gas in a jar). It took great pressure to turn air into liquid, so it will conform. Can you really canned your ideas?

I miss being an impulsive and raw writer (or blogger if you insist). Do bear in mind that each long entry published has gone through extensive amount of scrutiny before its release. But still there were some misspells and bucketful of grammatical errors. So you will know that particular entry was made by human with limited amount of patience and (great affinity to) infinite flaws.

I am in a state of inertia, resisting movement from a state of rest. To much rest I had, might as well enter dormancy. Complacent and opting for comfortable way of going through anything is like walking on a straight paved road, the one less travel so you can move at your own lazy pace. Seriously no pressure *see how this sentence conflicting each other* . Contradiciting Sheryl's Crow song "Everyday is a Winding Road."

Do know I am not always funny (I never am). I certainly not ISO certified as fun. I...like everyone else entitled to stand under my personal black cumulonimbus once in a while.